Clown
Marry, sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know. But, masters, here’s money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, for love’s sake, to make no more noise with it.
First Musician
Well, sir, we will not.
Clown
If you have any music that may not be heard, to’t again: but, as they say to hear music the general does not greatly care.
First Musician
We have none such, sir.
Clown
Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I’ll away: go; vanish into air; away!
Exeunt Musicians.
Cassio
Dost thou hear, my honest friend?
Clown
No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
Cassio
Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There’s a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general’s wife be stirring, tell her there’s one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech: wilt thou do this?
Clown
She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.